What's Sauce For the Goose...Chapter 1 By JimBob Copyright 2010 MMMgg,ped, oral,non-cons,rape The old saying, what's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, holds true in this tale of two Texas girls who get revenge on their rapist. Some Mexicans learn the hard way, you don't mess with Texas... Girls, that is. “Hey! You said I could drive back to the house.” Annie stood with hands on hips as Amanda climbed into the drivers seat of the old Jeep. “I'm going to back it out for you.” “Aw, I can back it out. Let me do it!” “Oh Alright. You know you haven't practiced backing up yet.” “I can do it.” Fifteen year old Amanda crawled out and went around to the passenger side, while ten year old Annie crawled into the driver's seat. Then Annie reached in back for her pillow. Her legs had grown long last year, but her torso was slow to follow, so she needed extra height. The girls lived on the Double Cross ranch in Texas, one of the largest in those parts. Their mother was gone, so they had to take care of themselves with some help from the cook and housekeeper. The Jeep was their transportation the ten miles from home to the school bus stop on the main highway. Amanda had been driving it since she was ten, and Annie was determined that she was going to have her turns since she turned ten. Annie pushed the starter button. The Jeep lurched forward. “Oops! I forgot the clutch.” Annie said cheerfully. “Since I drove Uncle Bob's new convertible I forget how to do his old shift thing.” Annie's words gave Amanda a cold chill and an instant flashback. She remembered Uncle Bob and his new convertible when she turned ten. Shiny red, with a black top. On this day, Uncle Bob took her into town. Bought her an ice cream sundae and a new cowgirl hat. Let her drive his car when they got to the ranch road. But they didn't go right to the house this time. “Turn up this little road up ahead, you will get another five miles of practice.” He patted her bare thigh below her shorts. Amanda was used o Uncle Bob's pats and hugs and touches on bare skin. And some touches on not so bare skin. It happened a lot the last couple of years. Eight, nine and ten year old Amanda figured it was the price she had to pay to learn what Uncle Bob had to teach her. But he expected more all the time. “Oh good,” Amanda said. She pretended not to notice that the hand patting her leg now rested on her upper thigh, fingers on her inner thigh. It was one of the prices she had to pay for driving the fancy car. The other was the kiss. But she wasn't going to think about the “thank you” kiss. That would come at the end of the ride. The first few thank you kisses had been just that, kisses. Little eight and nine year old Amanda had sat on Uncle Bob's lap and got to steer the shiny new cars, while Uncle Bob's hands wandered over her body. If she was wearing one of her short skirts, Uncle Bob always made sure she was not sitting on the skirt, so that his hands had free rein to roam her bare thighs. Then one day when he was waiting at the school bus stop, Uncle Bob let her drive his convertible sitting on a cushion. She drove slowly, and as the miles crawled by, Amanda felt Uncle Bob's hand creep up her legs, and touch her panties! Just a light touch between her legs, but it made Amanda feel uncomfortable and dirty. When she pulled into the pull out just short of the driveway to the ranch house, Uncle Bob leaned over for his thank you kiss. This one was different, open mouthed, Uncle Bob's tongue probing her mouth, chasing her tongue, while his fingers on her panties moved around, touching and rubbing her private part. He went right to her tickle bump that she pleasured herself with in bed. Amanda almost swooned with the feeling his educated finger brought on in that short touch. Amanda could hardly get her breath after that kiss and touch. She usually said, “Thank you Uncle Bob,” but today she did not have the breath. “Don't tell anyone you got to drive my car, Amanda.” was Uncle Bob's usual caution. Amanda was barely able to say, “I won't Uncle Bob.” She quickly got out of the driver's seat and walked to the passenger side, while Uncle Bob slid over and then drove them up to the house.. Amanda went directly to her room, and lifted her skirt in front of her mirror to study her panties. She was sure there would be dirty finger prints on them. She felt her crotch. It was damp. Oh no! She had just recently started letting out that slippery juice. Uncle Bob will think she wet her pants like a baby! She quickly stripped them off and got new ones, then pulled on her work jeans. She couldn't mope around about Uncle Bob, She had chores to do. So the days and weeks passed and Amanda turned ten and entered puberty. (Hey, I did a flash back in a flash back. Back to the original flash back. Confused yet?) Amanda drove the car up the winding ranch road with quite an expert hand, now that she was ten. She was now tall for her age, and beginning to develop. Her breasts were starting to protrude from her chest, and she was wearing her training bra. Her hips were starting to develop a flare. She had discussed her developing body with Consuela, the cook and she knew that soon her periods would start. She hoped they would not interfere with her riding and roping practice. Uncle Bob admired the pert, lively little girl beside him. He had been grooming her for the last couple of years, and now, all the attention, the gifts, the pets, the hugs, the kisses, the touches, were going to come to fruition. He was more than ready. But was Amanda ready? This visit would tell. Amanda had never driven up this road, but she had ridden up here. There was a sweeping view of the river valley from the turn around, just a few hundred feet off now. “Let's park for a couple of minutes,” Uncle Bob said. “I haven't been up here to enjoy the view for a couple of years.” Amanda stopped the car so they could take in the view. Uncle Bob made sure she put the gear lever in park, and set the brake, and then he turned off the ignition. Uncle Bob got out and walked around to the front of the car and leaned against it and looked at the view. Amanda got out too and walked up beside him, but not within his reach. After a few moments of quiet, Uncle Bob said, “I always thought it would be nice to have a house here, but there is no water.” “Um.” Was all Amanda could think to say. She would rather live by the river, as they did. “Come here dear, I want to show you something about this car.” Oh oh, Amanda thought. She followed him to the passenger door, and waited as he opened it. “Sit here Hon.” Amanda eyed him with suspicion. “Um, can't I just watch from here?” “Don't be afraid, there is no trick. I'll tell you what. You get in the driver's seat and I will sit here and show you.” He climbed into the passenger seat. Mollified, Amanda went around got into the driver's seat. There was no console between the seats, but of course the backs were split, so passengers could get into the rear. Uncle Bob reached down and pushed two buttons on the bottom of the seat between them. Amanda felt her self leaning back as the seat reclined. So was Uncle Bob. They ended up lying almost flat on a bed like platform. Uncle Bob rolled to her and leaned over her, pinning her down. “You are sure growing up fast, sweetheart.” Amandidn't say anything. Maybe Uncle Bob was going to take his thank you kiss now instead of when they stopped and changed seats just before they reached the driveway. Her heart started to race. She felt weak. Yes, Uncle Bob pulled her body close to him and she turned her face to him. Their lips touched and Bob Frenched the girl. She let her tongue touch his, as he had taught her. “Whew! Amanda tried to get a big gulp of air, but Uncle Bob was kissing her again. This wasn't the way... Uncle Bob unbuttoned the top buttons on her shirt, and put a hand on her training bra, then slipped a hand under it. It kind of hurt her sensitive nipple. Uncle Bob lifted the bra up and out of the way. He roughly fondled both little breasts. “Ouch! Uncle Bob! Please, that hurts! Don't!” Amanda broke the kiss and protested. Her hands came up to try to cover her breasts. Bob was ready for her hands. He grabbed both small hands in his big one, and jerked them up to where his other hand could capture the wrists and hold them above her head. Then his free hand returned to her body, but not to the breasts. He unfastened he shorts, and then slipped his hand into the waist and down to her panty covered mound. “Oh! Stop it Uncle Bob! I'll tell! Stop! Mmmph. Uncle Bob sealed her mouth with his lips as his free hand searched for the waist band of her panties, and plunged inside. As Uncle Bob explored her mouth with his tongue, cutting off her cries, his fingers explored her mound, her puffy lips, her slit, and then she managed to close her legs tightly together. Bob gave a grunt of irritation, and then the girl felt herself being pulled over into the middle of the seat. She could not move. She started to cry in fear and frustration at being so helpless. Uncle Bob was roughly stripping shorts and panties down her legs. They were down by her knees, She silently fought the battle, but it was already lost. The cowgirl boot was slipped off one foot. Shorts and panties followed. Uncle Bob's legs were in between her knees. Her legs were forced open. “Please!” She cried. “Uncle Bob! Please! You're hurting me!” “Then stop fighting. This won't hurt.” His hand found her mound, and his finger began to caress her clit. Amanda stopped fighting against the hand holding her wrist. She hoped that all he would do was finger her, she could stand that. She let her body slump down and relax. “That's better Honey. You just relax and let Uncle Bob take care of you.” He released her wrists. Bob bent his head to her face and gave her another deep kiss, then opened her shirt with his free hand, and bent his lips to her breasts, with more tender attention than his hands. Amanda was beginning to feel a warm glow in her belly. Bob was very talented in manipulating girls clits to bring them to a climax. She rubbed her wrists, and closed her eyes. She began to respond to his dancing fingers. A warm glow was suffusing her whole body. She spread herself as open as she could, as wave after wave of fire swept over her. She had a crashing orgasm as Bob kissed her lips and muffled her little cries. She stiffened her whole body, then, her passion spent, her body relaxed. She could not move. It was by far her best orgasm yet. Bob lifted his upper body and studied the supine girl under him. He opened his pants, and pushed pants and under wear down while the girl was still out of it. He supported himself on one arm, and with his free hand, he guided the head of his large cock into her slit. He rubbed it up and down to coat it with her juices. He lined it up. He thrust it home. Amanda's eyes flew open. She screamed. No one was there to hear or help her. She pushed against Uncle Bob's chest to no avail. He was too big and strong. He easily captured her hands again and held them by her shoulders with his big ones, with his fingers intertwined with hers. The tearing pain she had felt in her secret place was abating now, but she felt pierced by something, and a warm hard presence where nothing had ever been before. A picture of a stallion mounting a mare and her piercing whinny at the moment of coupling came to her mind. Uncle Bob had mounted her! The exquisite feeling of his cock buried in Amanda's cunt caused Bob to pause for a full minute. Little movements of her tight sheath adjusting itself to the invader gave him little shocks and thrills of pleasure. But as she accommodated him and things settled down, he sought more stimulation. He pulled out three inched. The corona of his big cock head rubbed on the soft folds and wrinkles inside her vagina. Bob felt an immediate thrill, as did Amanda. The thrill was not new to Bob, as it was to Amanda, but coupled with her thrill was the pain of torn hymen being disturbed. “Ow! Please Uncle Bob. Please! It hurts!” In answer, as dictated by his search for fulfillment of his carnal urge, Bob thrust into her again until his pubic bone mashed her clitoris. “Unh! Ow! Oh Uncle Bob! What are you doing? Let me UP! The last came out as a shriek, as Bob repeated his first stroke. Man! This little girl was tight, almost as tight as the Mexican cook's little nine year old Maria he had first had last fall. He ignored the girl's grunts and cries of pain. She would come around. Maria was a regular now. He would bring this one around too. He started a faster rhythm, pumping his cock in and out to get the most friction to increase his enjoyment. Amanda resigned herself to the fact there was nothing she could do. His thighs prevented her from closing her legs. The weight of his body and his pumping hips held her and forced her down. His hands and arms held her hands and upper body still. Begging and pleading did not help. No one could hear her. No one was going to save her. She tried to adjust herself so she could wait it out, her teeth biting lower lip to keep silent, tears flowing from her eyes. Nothing Amanda did affected Bob. He was intent on only one thing, he had invested a lot of his time in this little girl, and not it was payback time. After he was done, he would give her his polished and persuasive arguments as to why she needed to keep quiet about this day. It had worked so far. He adjusted himself so he could penetrate her more deeply, ignoring her grunts of pain. Amanda had become used to her Uncle Bob's stroking, and had even begun to feel a small thrill creeping into her loins, gasped and grunted as the head of his penis began to bang into her cervix on each deep plunge. The sharp pain took away all her pleasure and caused her to struggle until she accepted the helplessness of her position. She did not even realize the keening wail she was emitting until Uncle Bob cuffed her and told her to shut up. The increased length of his thrusts, and the knowledge that he was bottoming out in the girl caused Bob to go into his orgasm long before he wanted to. He had no care for the girl's pain, he just enjoyed the sensation. He spurted his cum up through the small opening he was forcing, and sprayed semen into her womb. The discharge overflowed the small vagina, and he carried some of the bloody discharge from her torn hymen out as he pulled his cock out. Amanda felt Uncle Bob's hot semen spurt into her and she struggled again to push him out of her. She was sure from her sex ed. classes that he was giving her a baby. But, not only were there no viable eggs up there yet, her Uncle was sterile. The semen and blood flowing out could stain the upholstery. “Damn!” Bob muttered. He had forgotten his cum towel. He quickly crawled backward, and reached under the front seat for the rag. He just managed to catch all but a couple drops of the flow, He reached in the glove box and hauled out a small bottle of cleaner, and sprayed the small stain, as he roughly pushed the sobbing girl out of the way. “Shut up and get dressed,” he ordered her. The little girl pulled her panties and pants back on over her one foot. As her legs were spread out doing this, her Uncle wiped her crotch once again. Then when she pulled her panties up, he had pulled out a wad of tissues to stuff into the crotch. “Throw those in the toilet when you get home.” He ordered. Amanda nodded. She pulled her shorts up, fastened her shirt, and then her shorts. Then she found her boot on the floor and pulled it on. “Watch out.” Bob pushed the seat button as Amanda stayed to the front of the passenger seat. “You going to drive home?” Amanda shook her head no. She was never going to drive this car again, and once she got home, she was never going to ride in this car again, she had decided. Uncle Bob told her it was her fault for wearing those shorts, and leading him on all the times she sat in his lap. He went from accusations, to pleas, to threats on the trip home. “I'm not gonna tell.” Amanda finally said in a quiet voice. And she didn't tell anyone. She could not keep her promise to never get into his car again, because he was sent to pick her up at the school bus stop a few times, until she talked her Daddy into getting the Jeep. But the first time he reached for her she warned him that either he kept his hands off her or she was going to her Daddy. So she gradually forgot about it, and forgot to protect her little sister from Uncle Bob. She felt like kicking herself And that brings us back to the present. Amanda decided not to bring Uncle Bob up until they got home and in their room. Time enough to have a talk with Annie. “Put the clutch in and put it in neutral.” “I know, I know. I forgot.” “When you drive you have to pay attention.” “Yes, I know. Give me a break.” Annie got the Jeep started and let it warm up. Then she got the gearshift into reverse and backed into the road with only a couple of jerks. She braked without using the clutch, and killed the engine. “Darn!” Amanda did not say anything, only rolled her eyes and gave a sigh of resignation. Annie got the Jeep rolling forward, and went through the gears with a minimal amount of grinding and jerks. She drove in silent concentration, and Amanda had her mind on her sister and Uncle Bob. Why hadn't she cautioned Annie to be careful of him? Back at the ranch, two Mexicans had been fired by the foreman for being drunk and unable to take and carry out orders. They had piled their belongings into their old pickup, and were coming down the road toward the main highway. “Pedro, you got any whiskey?” (This is all in Spanish, but don't worry, I will translate for you.) “No I finished it yesterday.” “You sure? Look under the seat.” Pedro looked. He was bent so far over that when Jose braked for a curve, he tumbled off the front of the seat in a ball and landed on his head. But when he picked himself up, he had a fifth of tequila clutched in his fist. “Hurry, man! Open that mother up!” The bottle was soon being passed back and forth. Jose happened to be taking his big swig while Pedro watched closely to see he did not exceed his share, when the truck came to almost a ninety degree turn. They ran off the road, and bounced over the shallow ditch and out into a sandy flat. “Hot Dam! Said Jose, as the bottle flew from his hand as he clutched the wheel. He managed a one eighty turn as the truck lost momentum in the soft sand. It came to a stop, despite Jose stepping on the gas, and the wheels starting to smoke. “Shit!” Pedro was down on the floor again trying to retrieve the gurgling bottle as it rolled around Jose's feet. He got hold of it as Jose shut off the ignition and got out of the truck. The back tires were almost in to the axle. The tires were old and smooth, so there was no traction. Too late, Jose remembered the bottle. Pedro had emptied it, and tossed it out of the truck. “Cabrone! You drank my share, man!” Pedro gave him the finger. “You ran us off the road, you asshole! Now what do we do?” He got out of the truck. Jose held up a hand. “Listen!” It was the faint sound of the approaching Jeep. Both men ran for the road, Pedro in the lead. He ran out into the road in front of the approaching Jeep. Jose hung back and hunkered down behind a mesquite bush. In the Jeep, Annie said, “what the...” “He ran his truck off the road.” Amanda pointed. “I better stop,” Annie said as the Jeep slowed. “NO!” Amanda shouted, as she spotted a figure behind the bush. “Speed up!” She leaned over and pressed the horn button for the guy in the road to get out of their way. With all the excitement, Annie stepped on the gas. But she forgot to downshift first. The Jeep bucked. “CLUTCH!” Amanda shouted. She had a hand on the gearshift ready to shift down into second. Annie depressed the clutch. Amanda slammed the gearshift into second gear. “NOW, the gas!” She shouted. Annie, totally flustered, let the clutch out. With a jerk and without hitting the gas. The Jeep bucked to a stop and stalled. Amanda was trying to hit the starter when the men grabbed them. She pulled the key out and stuck it in her pocket just before Jose drug her out of the open Jeep door. Pedro had Annie's fighting kicking body in his arms on the other side. Amanda recognized the men as being hands at their Father's ranch, but she didn't know their names. “You'd better let us go,” she said. “My Dad will have you thrown in jail so fast... On the other side of the Jeep, Annie was on the ground, struggling with Pedro. “Cabron! Let me go!” She was no match for the man's size, and she was almost smothered as he lay on her chest, and held her hands while he kissed at her mouth with his nasty, liquor breath. She kept turning and twisting her head. Pedro thought he had a little wildcat on his hands. His shins ached from her kicks. He used his weight to hold her down, while he pawed up under her skirt with his free hand. Because of the liquor, Jose was having trouble getting it up. He decided a little girl blow job was in order. He unzipped, and pulled his flaccid penis out. Then he cuffed the girl two sharp raps on the side of her head, driving her to her knees, and causing her to almost loose consciousness. Jose took advantage of her dizziness to thrust his semi limp penis between her lips. The heat and the vision of his shaft between her lips, caused it to start towards full erection, The foreskin peeled back, exposing a head that had not been washed for a week. The smegma reeked. It tasted bad too, and Amanda tried to spit his cock out. She couldn't, because he was holding her face into his groin with both hands on her head. Amanda bit down on it. Hard. Jose screamed, and cuffed Amanda again. The blow had the effect of almost tearing his penis off, as the girl's head snapped to one side. Amanda stayed conscious and bit harder. Jose tried to push her head off of him, and as his penis stretched, he screamed in pain as his precious organ's skin ripped and blood spurted. Suddenly, Amanda let him go with a push. Jose stumbled backward, and sat down, clutching his bloody tool with both hands. Amanda took two short steps and brought the pointed toe of her cowgirl boot right into his crotch, just below his hands. It was a well placed kick to the balls, and it ruined Jose's day completely. He screamed again and doubled up on the ground in a fetal position. Annie was loosing her battle. Pedro was a big man, and he was now sitting on Annie's upper chest, with her arms trapped. He was facing down toward her feet, which is almost where he had her panties down to. Annie was yelling and cursing at him in Spanish, but that was about all she could do. As Amanda rounded the rear of the Jeep, Pedro looked up and then started to rise off of Annie. Amanda's boot toe caught him right on the point of his chin, as he started to yell at her. He bit the tip of his tongue off as he went down for the count. Amanda drug him far enough off Annie so she could get up, and hen ran to the Jeep and used the keys in her pocket to open a locked box welded between the seats. She threw Annie a length of rope, and took another to tie up Jose. Both girls were expert calf ropers, and in a very short time both men were helpless, with hands and feet bound together. Annie pulled up her panties for the second time, and they slid right back down again. Annie examined them. “The asshole broke my elastic,” she muttered. She attempted to tie a knot in them, then shrugged and slipped them off over her boots and threw them in the Jeep. “What we gonna do with these Bozos?” “Leave them laying right here,” Amanda said. “Maybe the Coyotes will eat them, or at least part of them.” She was looking at Jose's poor mangled, bloody prick sticking out of his pants. Blood was still oozing, and there was no sign of his erection anymore. Amanda spat, and got a canteen out of he Jeep and rinsed her mouth out good. “Let's go.” She handed the Jeep keys to Annie, and climbed into the passenger seat. Annie did an excellent driving job, on the rest of the way home. When they got there, they told their story, and the sheriff was called to pick up the Mexicans. Due to their Daddy's clout in the county, The Mexicans ended up in cells with large black men who showed them what it felt like to have both their holes raped with large cocks. Part two will be along soon. Watch for it. My stories are all Fantasy. All characters, places and events are figments of my imagination. Do not try this at home or anywhere else, especially not in Texas.